Xxventiswindblumexx - ♥︎Barbatos♥︎

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Venti/Barbatos x follower fem reader!

Much like my Smut Soulmate I was nervous for this release since I mainly have scara Simps on here but since they're posting I'm posting! We post together 🥺❤👫

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⚠Warnings⚠:God complex,superiority kink, corruption, venti being himself, pervert stuff, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of Alcohol because ya know venti.

Barbatos, the Archon of Freedom, holder of the Ameno Vision and the weakest Archon according to those who do not live in Mondstadt. It doesn't matter what they say however, to you he is all you need, to believe in, to love, to feel protected. You're a nun in the Favonius Cathedral, ever since you were young you've dedicated your life to preserve, protect and to teach everything Barbatos was about.

You lived among another named Barbara, she's the Deaconess, she is older but not by much. However you've noticed she's been neglecting her dutys, only slightly not something an average person would notice. She seems to be infatuated with the Traveller, sure he is interesting but he didn't peek your interest as much as a certain bard that seemed to follow him occasionally. Unaware of the bards true identity of course you tried to stray from temptation, barely speaking to him unless he speaks first which surprisingly happens often.

The bard known as Venti often runs right up to you first thing whenever the traveller enters the church. You of course speak to him, after all even with your crush on the male it would be rather rude and ungodly to ignore him, not that you would want to anyways.

The bard often talks about anything that comes on his mind it seems, things such as if you tried wine or if you really lived in the church all day and night. Yes you've tried wine, only communal wine however, nothing compared to what the bard had drank in his nights at the winery. How do you know? He often came to the church doors late at night crying out to see you in his drunken state, slurring words and being very touchy. You of course always opened the doors as it was your job to help those in need and even with his constant self destructive habits, he's still someone who needs help. It's unknown rather the bard had a home or family so he usually slept in a pew on those nights, and on the other times he isn't drunk you aren't sure where he goes, though the traveller assures you he's fine.

Today was like many others, quiet and peaceful as you could see the sun's rays shining in through the large windows and the sound of the wind blowing gently outside. That morning Barbara informed you that she would be out for the next week, it was rather strange, she's never left the church that long, however she assured you it was just to spend time with family, with her older sister Jean. So you would be alone to care for the Cathedral which wasn't too hard, not a whole lot happens really.

Around noon the traveller came to the church asking for Barbara, you unfortunately had to inform the man that she was out for a week. He took it well and decided to leave however his bard friend seemed to not notice. After Aether left Venti as usual ran to you and started off on his usual conversations.

"So Y/N, are you really alone for a week? Like by yourself? I can imagine it'll be sooo lonely huh" He said in a slight teasing voice as you was both sat at a pew. "Yes, I'll be on my own however I have all I need for company, the winds Lord Barbatos bestowed upon the city is enough company and comfort" You replied knowing he was probably going to try to stay around, in a fantasy sure you would like him to stay.. and maybe do other th- No! You cannot think this way, this is sinful and will distract you from your purpose. Shaking her head some as you cleared your thoughts you noticed Venti as leaning over, his hand reaching up to your face, you move away some "What are you doing Venti?"you asked with a sigh as he giggled " your face is all red, what could be going through your mind? Nothing dirty I hope~! " he teased as you didn't notice. In embarrassment you stood up sighing "Venti I must ask you to leave as I need to clean the pews and return to my duties, maybe another time we can chat about something related to the church" you said to him with a bit of sass as he only smirked as he got up "Oh sure, I'll definitely be coming back to talk about Lord Barbatos~" he teased before leaving.

Later that night as you was already settled into your bed in the back of the Cathedral you started to close your eyes when you heard the all too familiar sound of someone knocking and banging against the large doors of the church. You thought about not even bothering with it being that your alone but after a few minutes the banging continued along with faint whining, sighing you got up in your silk robes and headed towards the front. You wore white beautiful sleeping robes, no they weren't see through, at least not unless gotten wet but if you remember correctly it's not supposed to rain so no worried right?

Just before you get to the door you hear a loud thunder strike! You looked at the windows and noticed the very heavy downpour, just as you were going to grumble about your outfit you heard the banging and ran to the door, almost forgot he was out there.

Unlocking and opening the large doors you see Venti, crumbled onto the stairs, his clothes soaking wet as he looked up at you pitifully "Y/N~ you took sooo long to get the door today... I'm all wet now.. " he whined, you couldn't help but to feel bad for the boy. After all it doesn't rain often here and definitely never stormed this bad in awhile. You reach down to help him up but only to pull you into the rain too. Great just what you needed, not even thinking on how translucent your outfit must be you're more focused on getting the drunken bard inside, helping him up and inside the church, the doors closing behind you. It's then now that you're soaking wet you noticed how cold the main Hall with the pews get at night, you decided he couldn't sleep here, he would catch a cold or worse. You walk him to the back where your room was, of course you couldn't sleep in the same bed so you where already thinking on taking Barbaras room, she wouldn't mind.

You set him down and start looking in your dresser for something wearable for him, of course after you already given him a towel to at least warm up with.

However the whole time you're digging through your clothes you could feel his eyes staring at you, almost forgetting your what used to be a pretty silk nightgown is now see through thanks to the rain. "Can you not stare so hard Venti? I'm trying to find something for you to wear" you say, not able to look at him in embarrassment.

He shakes his head a smile tugging on his lips as he leans in closer "No, it's just that you're so adorable.. you know that don't you? I'd love to hold you in my arms" the bard slurred as he was right up against you, you could feel his chest, did.. did he take his wet clothes off already??

You turn to face him to see he was only in boxers, your eyes couldn't help but betray you, looking at his body and especially the ever growing tent in his underwear.

"V-Venti! Why are yo-" Before you could argue he placed a finger over your lips, his eyes glowed as marking appeared on to his body, it was then when you could see him for who he was, as Lord Barbatos.

"Didn't I tell you earlier? I would come back to talk, of course it would be a bit selfish since it is about me~" He giggled as he was pressed against you, you could feel him poking you, these feelings of arousal was familiar but not all too familiar, yes you had a life of abstinence but you're human and of course would have those thoughts occasionally.

"Speechless? Not surprising, after all you are meeting the very Archon you've been worshiping all your life, tell me Y/N, do you want to please your Archon? To be my little follower? " he said with lust laced heavily in his voice. His tone was soft but filled with desire and want, you wanted him to kiss you so bad right now.

"L-Lord Barbatos... " you mumbled unable to form words, he let out a low groan at the name, it's been ages since he's been called by his true name, it only serves to intensify his lust. "Yes call me that more, your Lord, your Archon~" his soft lips crashing into yours, his hands was quick to pull the wet nightgown off, he didn't want you to get a cold now would he?

Your body felt hot to his touch, you felt sparks go off in your body whenever his hands moved across them, yet you didn't resist it, why should you? He is your Archon, all these years serving him, unaware he was always there, in plain sight.

He pushed you onto the bed, hovering over you, he is so pretty, his eyes.. his glowing tattoos, his face and everything, he truly was an Archon, your Archon.

You shiver under his gaze as you felt himself moving his mouth against your collarbone, your head feeling dizzy as he bites you harshly as you whimper slightly. A soft moan leaves your lips as he moves lower kissing and sucking on your neck, you gasp a bit in surprise, his hands wander over your body as he presses his chest against yours and you both feel heat spread through your bodies, a small whimper escaping your lips as his hands continue their path downwards, to your core.

It doesn't take long for him to find what he was looking for, his hands begin to push your hips upwards, wanting to feel the sensation of skin on skin between the two of you, you whimper once more, feeling a small nip on your neck as he begins to suck on it, you feel yourself arching your back as he continues to work his magic on you, you feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter, you could feel your legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself still, you could feel his fingers slipping inside you to feel the warmth inside you, it was exciting. Moaning out his name and whimpering for more "Ssshhh... I knew you'd like this~, just give me a moment, my muse" he said as his kisses made their way to your stomach, moving up your torso slowly. You moan quietly, your hands gripping his hair gently as your body trembles uncontrollably.

His slender fingers made quick work of you, it didn't take long for you get close already, moaning, whimpering and begging "My Lord, Barbatos please~! " but of course just before you could release he slipped his fingers out, giggling. He's still the same bard you met, a teasing man.

Before you could retaliate you felt his member press into you, whining as tears flowed, the Archon sympathized with you, whiping your tears as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pushed further until he was fully into you.

As he began to move, it wasn't the pain that shocked you so much as the pleasure that made you tremble and let out moans, it was intoxicating really, the sensation was so overwhelming, he thrust harder as he held you tighter as you bucked underneath him, crying out as you gripped his shoulders, you couldn't seem to hold yourself still anymore, a mixture of pleasure and pain mixed inside you as his member went deeper and deeper.

You gasped, gasping loudly as you cried out from the pleasure, he grunted as he held your body firmly against his own.

"Won't you be my lover? My pretty little wife? The woman that'll bring the next Archon into this world~? " He said as his thrusts was harsh against your hips, groans left his lips as he gotten close.

"Beg for me, beg to be filled with my love, to be mine~" he groaned out as his eyes seemed to glow brighter.

"P-please Lord Barbatos, please f-fill me up! " Was all you could say before reaching your climax as well as his own, pushing himself deeper into you, everything happened so fast, he seemed to glow so bright, you fainted from all the stimulation.

.......

Your eyes fluttered open hearing the winds softly blow against the church, you felt sore before remembering last night, shooting up in bed quickly aching and regretting it as you held your stomach some. You noticed you're alone in your room, no sign of the bard.

You get up to get dressed and looked into your mirror to see all the markings, hickeys, bites and.. is that an Ameno mark? On her neck was a glowing mark for the Ameno Archon.

After getting dressed and cleaning up you opened the doors to the church for the regulars to come in, and not to surprising a certain bard was sitting on the stairs with his Lyre, singing a song of love.

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My Smut Soulmate made this absolutely beautiful headcanons 🤤

Ok so my filthy mind has been thinking about this scenario where like how Mondstadt has a church, imagine Liyue had one for Morax and similar to your story with Barbatos where the reader is a nuna and devoted bride to Zhongli(never actually married just kept innocent and pure in his name)

Xiao protects the church as much as he does anything else (ofc) but he's been coming by the church to watch over it more then usual, he didn't know why himself just felt as if he needed to, unaware he was closer to his rut then expected.

Zhongli catches Xiao hanging around the church more and spoke "I appreciate your effort Xiao but you don't have to worry that much, I'm sure the church isn't going to be attacked" Zhongli didn't realize that Xiao wasn't just hanging around to protect the church but rather keep an eye on her. He was infatuated and couldn't process this emotion.

So when his rut comes along one night, he would seek her out, fighting his inner emotions on defiling his gods perfect little wife, his follower. 🤭

Don't hold anything back either! The filthier the better!

NSFW Xiao Headcanons. Xiao in heat. Can be read as Dub con. Sub!Xiao Slightly obsessive behavior from Xiao.

This is for you, my beloved smut soulmate. I added extra filthy touches for you.❤️

You were married to Zhongli in name only. He kept you pure. Maybe just for Xiao. He didn't know nor did Zhongli care.

You lived in a room at the Church erected in his name.

Too bad (or is it) that Xiao took notice of you. Zhongli really should've known that Xiao would fixate on his pretty, pure little darling that he doted on in name only.

"I appreciate your concern, Xiao, but you don't need to hang around so often and protect the church at night. Liyue needs you more." Zhongli said.

Xiao didn't listen.

His rut was coming faster than expected.

Xiao hung around the church more and more, watching you and finding any excuse to talk to you.

And he didn't know why. He didn't understand that what he was feeling. Tonight all he was acting on was pure primal instinct. That was all he knew when he was in a rut. And he needed you.

Needed to breed with you.

After trying to jack himself off for what felt like hours to thoughts of you, his finger barely sticky cum.

When he arrived at the Church, there was only thought his head.

You. You. You. You. You.

Xiao needed to breed with you. Fuck you. Fill you full. He was feeling troubled and a little irrational.

He was in a rut and he didn't understand.

Xiao's cheeks were flushed. He was exhausted and panting.

His heart leapt when you rushed to his side, asking him what was wrong and what you could do to help.

You had no shame in admitting that you felt the same way about him. You wanted him to corrupt your purity. You were sick of remaining pure for your husband.

Xiao pinned you down on your bed, licking and biting your lips and neck.

"Please, y/n, I need you. Let me please you. It's all I can think about. Please help me."

Xiao's hands would tear at your clothes as he stripped himself.

Kissing you deeply. It was hard for him to pull away. Just having your naked body pressed under his like heaven.

Xiao nearly cummed all over your cunt as he rubbed his erection between your legs.

The way you twitched and moaned his name was making him feel painfully hard.

With each rub of his cock, he whined louder. And never stopped babbling.

"I want you, y/n! You feel so soft and supple. And warm. All I need is you right now!" He'd cry out.

His head spun with love when you cried out for him desperately, grabbing his wrist and using his fingers to rub your clit.

But not before you licked and sucked on his fingers.

"Ruin me, Xiao. Take my purity and ruin it. Use my body and cum in me as many times as you want. Please Xiao! Please."

You were getting swept up in lust.

Your pussy would swallow Xiao's cock as he flipped you on top of him so you could ride him.

"I'm going to fill you so fucking full. I can't get enough of you. I never can. Be mine. You are mine. You always have been."

Xiao needed to defile you.

Nothing turned him on more than defiling and owning the little darling that was married to the man he depended on and trusted the most.

Shout out to @kyokokittykat for the help writing this part!

A Yandere Rantaro x Fem!Reader

"I did this for your own good, I'm doing this out of love, you've been dead without me"

His taunting words echoed in your mind as you're tied in his dorm, how did you get here? Well, it started when you were in the library, you were almost murdered, a metal steel ball rolled on the books and almost got you in the head and would've killed you if Rantaro had not pulled you back. The steel ball hit the harsh ground with a loud thud as he held you close to him, your back is against his now breathing heavily chest, he seemed greatly disturbed and honestly, you're not far from the same thought. Whos trap is this?! 

You looked at Rantaro as he sighed placing a hand on your head messing your hair up "I'm glad I came when I did, you could've been the next victim" He gave you a sweet smile but..how did he know you were there? He had indeed been a bit...stalkerish and creepy before but at least it did pay off to have him as a stalker, he did save your life. 

But something changed since that day, he's been more clingy and more..persistent in hanging out with you and being with you, you also been hearing strange noises outside your dorm window only to find someone staring at you, but before you could see who it was they left, only yo be assumed Rantaro. It's getting a bit excessive and more creepy than you would allow. You need to speak to him and luckily it seemed he wanted to speak to you too, that did worry you, he seemed serious, and knowing him it may not end too well but he did save you, he wouldn't just turn around and hurt you..right? 

Its almost night time when you was supposed to meet Rantaro b[out back behind the school but Kokichi stopped you 

"Heeeyyyyy Y/N! Why are you out so late? That seems kinda suspicious dontcha think~?" He chimed smirking, you sighed annoyed, you didn't want to be late.

"Nothing Kokichi but better yet what are you doing out here?" you asked, he laughed

"I heard Shuichi and Kaito train outside so I wanted to go bother them when they show up! "he grabbed your hand as you tugged back to get lose, now 15 minutes late to your meeting.

"Kokichi now is not the time-"you were cut off when he held you close

 "I know you're meeting that creepy avocado man, he walked by earlier and gave me the creepiest glare! But..It would be a shame if you were taken right out from under his nose! You see I like you and I'm sure we can make this killing game much more interesting together~!" He laughed but then a rather tall shadow appeared behind him 

"It would be a shame wouldn't it be? Too bad they're taken by me"His voice..it was dark, cold and laced with poison, he was not happy, it was Rantaro, he must've gotten worried when you didn't show up and went to look for you only to find you in Kokichis arms, how unfortunate for poor Kokichi Oma.

Kokichi jumped back letting go

 "Oh, it's just you, god you're such a creepy-ass arent you!" He teased the already pissed man who grabbed you pulling you to him. 

"This is your only and final warning Oma, leave Y/N alone and you won't be the reason ill become the blackened got it?" he threatened the other, at first Kokichi laughed but then his smile changed when he noticed how serious the man was 

"Oh well, it's not like I really liked them! It was a lie! Anyways ill go find Shihara-Kun to bother!" he said quickly making his escape.  Rantaro sighed annoyed but then smiled kindly "Now that the pest is gone let's go to my room, we will have our little talk there so there can't be any more interruptions"He seemed so kind yet scary at the same time. You should've rejected, should've said no but instead, you nodded and followed him. 

Once in his room he closed and locked his door, the room was pretty clean and neat, did he even sleep in here? It didn't seem like it, he turned to you and smiled.

"What did you need to speak about Y/N-san(Kun/chan)?" he asked as the question threw you off, you expected him to talk about why he wanted to speak to you. You shallowed thickly as you gathered the courage to tell him.

"Rantaro...You've been a bit..clingy, its been creeping me and the others out, I mean I feel someone is watching me at night and I wouldn't be surprised if it was you!"That came out harsher than you expected but he needed to know that he should back off some. 

His kind smile faded as he gave you a similar look as he adorned when looking at others, it sent shivers down your spine, he walked over as he placed his hands in his pockets 

"Y/N..oh Y/N, you don't understand, you're so nieve it's almost sickening~" His voice was much different, his look as if he's mad but his voice, it was more..as if he's entertained? 

He pulled some rope from his pocket, it wasn't very long but it will do. He was shift as he grabbed you and managed to tie your hands before you could react, but once your hands were bound behind your back he smirked.

"Oh Y/N, with your hands tied you look so vulnerable...so delicious," He said as you struggled in the restraints

"R-Rantaro, please! I didn't mean anything bad by what I said-" He cut you off placing  a finger on your mouth "shh, it's not what you said, well..it did aggravate me but I originally planned this already, you just fueled the already growing fire within me~"

"w-what..? Rantaro! Let me go-!"

"I did the for your own good" he started 

"h-huh?"

"I did this out of love, you would've been dead without me"

Your eyes widened as he climbed onto you

"Now you'll be repaying me for what I did with your body~"

He said as he kissed you roughly, you tried to fight back by biting his tongue as he growled "you..you bitch! Cant, you be grateful?!"That seemed to tick him off further as he had a type of survival knife! Where did he get that?? 

he was quick and swift at cutting at your clothing "h-how do you-"

"Don't you know? I'm the Ultimate Survivor, you're in for a treat dear Y/N~"That's his Ultimate? Before you could have the time to think he attacked your neck leaving hickeys as his slender hands explored your now exposed body, you shuttered as his hands were cold but his rings were colder, it didn't help the crystal necklace he wore now dragged along your stomach with every movement he made, so gracefully as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. 

He soon moved down your collar bone leaving more marks as he slipped two fingers into you, it took you by surprise as you yelped and moaned out but quickly biting your lip to prevent any more moans from slipping out. He chuckled moving them at a steady pace

"Already soaked for me Y/N~? Such a naughty girl~" He smirked 

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not a man who patient so this is all the warming up you'll be getting"

"W-what do you mea-Ah~!" He had trusted his hips into your own colliding as he stretched you out, he seemed to take note that you weren't a virgin "who?" he asked, you stayed quiet, not wanting to answer, and looked away. He pulled your face to him 

"Who?" he asked again as one sharp thrust got you in a moaning mess "K-Kaito!"It was true, you two had a one-night stand, I mean what did you expect when putting a bunch of hormonal teenagers together with little to no supervision? 

Either way he was not happy as his movements became rougher and harsher

"Ill be sure to pay that man a visit later"He said annoyed but the pleasure brought him back from his anger, his face melting from an annoyed look to a more pleased face. 

He held onto you as his hips rocked into your own roughly as you couldn't even keep in the moans, you was lost in the pleasure as you noticed his thrusts became more sloppy, you also felt a familiar knot building in your abdomen as you tried to speak "R-Rantaro I-Im-"

"I know I'm going to as well-"He groans in your neck as he released, but the problem was you don't remember him putting anything on. 

"Oh i see you noticed, you're mine and mine only, ill make sure they know~"

That's a lot of words! My longest yet! 1572 words! 

I love your writing! May I request a Gojo x Curse Femreader smut? 🥺 maybe like where he uses his usual playboy tactics on her? Thank you! ❤

thank you for reading and liking my stuff! hope you enjoy this, had a lot of fun with it. thanks @kyokokittykat for looking it over as usual <3 bon appetit freaks :P 

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warnings: MINORS DNI - noncon, fingering, humiliation, reader called a whore, gagging, pinning, edging, mention of blood, autassassinophilia, mention of a dead body, curse reader, gojo being a bitch etc.etc. (eg: activating his domain expansion in reader’s pussy sjsjsksksks)

For a special grade curse, you’d think you’d be a little smarter.

Since you were the highest class of curse, you had the intellect of a human so you could communicate just as well as the next person. You also took on a human physique so you blended quite well with the crowd. However, if somebody were to take a good look underneath your bangs - granted they had the ability to see you - they’d see you were hiding a small set of horns. Most humanoid curses had some kind of body modification, yours being protruding bone structures that you could regrow, lengthen, and remove from your body to attack.

As a curse you never had anything to do, per se. You’d heard rumblings about Mahito working with a Jujutsu sorcerer to unleash some havoc or other, but you weren’t interested in accomplishing any kind of goal. You didn’t have any motivation to release some kind of great evil upon the world, but that’s not to say you wouldn’t scare the crap out of a random kid who wandered around your territory.

You technically could leave the sanctuary of your abandoned church if you wanted to. Special grades had ways to get out of their bindings to the places they were born, but you never bothered. You were - for all that concerned you - happy. You had a whole building to yourself and anyone who dared disturb you would surely pay the consequences. You tried to keep quiet so as not to invite any sorcerers to your realm. There was one problem, though: you were keeping one of Sukuna’s fingers.

You were kicking yourself now for not chucking it into a lake somewhere. You wanted no business with such things. Although it would have granted you great power, you knew if Sukuna ever came looking for it you wouldn’t stand a chance of fending him off. There was also Gojo Satoru, another person you didn’t want looking for the artifact.

Every curse with some kind of consciousness was petrified of the guy. You had heard him and his students were collecting the fingers so when you realized your predicament you couldn't hold back a shiver.

You didn’t even know you were in possession of one until you accidentally uncovered it after throwing a wandering pedestrian against the wall causing some of the brick to break and reveal a precariously wrapped box. You sensed the power as soon as the wall crumbled, so why did you open it if you knew it was trouble? These humans and their damn curiosity are rubbing off on me you thought as you gazed at the unconscious person on the floor. They were motivated by the same curiosity you were moments ago when they stumbled across your abandoned ruins. And now look at what fate has brought them - you swallowed fearing what would become of you.

You knew every curse and sorcerer within a mile radius would be after you soon, your quiet peace compromised by this decaying finger. You thought about throwing it away, but remnants of the scent and power would still remain for a while, long enough for enemies to invade your space.

All you could do was wait.

He came at night. The eccentric cathedral door creaked open loudly, followed by slow, crisp footsteps that were radiated by the acoustics of the church. The door closed behind him, the only light in the place was through the stained glass windows. You could barely make out his figure from where he was standing, but you’d recognize that uniform and sly smile anywhere.

You had hoped it was Sukuna who had found you out because at least you shared a commonality and perhaps he would be kind enough to make you his slave instead of killing you outright. But a Jujutsu Sorcerer had no such kindness; you were simply a pest that needed to be exterminated.

“My, my!” he sang, “what do we have here? You’re very pretty for a curse, beautiful even.” His tone lacked sincerity and he spoke in the most syrupy voice, you nearly gagged in disgust thinking that silly mortal women would fall for such cheap chivalry.

“State your claim, sorcerer,” you said stiffly. “I haven’t caused any trouble, you have no reason to be here.” “Oh?” he said, taking another step forward. “And who’s this? A friend?” He gestured towards the bloody unconscious body buried head first in the wall. Oops, forgot to hide them.

You bite your lip at your own stupidity. “That was not my fault, they entered my territory. The same will happen to you if you don’t leave immediately.” You were doing your best to scare him off so you wouldn’t have to fight him but it seemed you were only amusing him. He took another few steps forward and smiled a little wider when you took equal steps back.

“I wonder about that. You seem nervous. I can make your end fast if you cooperate.”

“Cooperate?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“I think you know why I’m here. Sitting on one of Sukuna’s fingers doesn’t sound like staying out of trouble, does it, Miss - uh, what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t. And I don’t have a finger, I don’t want anything to do with that thing.”

He was nearly a foot away from you when he started to chide at you. “Tsk tsk, my you lie quite a bit. That isn’t a very good look for you Miss Curse.” “Don’t call me that! How dare you disrespect me in my own home.” “Fine then, sweetheart. How about that?”

You realized that you would not be able to talk your way out of this one so you took a leap of faith and lunged forward to attack. Even with his eyes concealed he was strong - it was as if he knew what you were going to do before you actually did it. You were blindingly fast with a jab of your horn, but he sidestepped just as quickly and grabbed your weapon with his bare hand.

“Please, you’re only embarrassing yourself. Where is it?”

“I told you -” you try another attack “- I don’t have it!”

The universe must have been against you tonight because as you leaped forward again, Sukuna’s dead finger fell out of your pocket, right in front of your enemy’s foot.

He smiled silently, but giddily; you were certain this cruel grin would be the last thing you saw.

But you refused to give in to this cocky, incompetent, pathetic human. Instead of admitting defeat, you stepped on the finger with your foot to prevent Gojo from picking it up. He looked surprised for a moment - but only for a moment.

His smile returned. “Boy you really are a stubborn thing aren’t you? I don’t usually give curses this many chances, I must really like you.”

“I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

“Ha! Good one. Now hand it over sweetheart.”

“No.”

He sighed and lifted a hand towards his blindfold. You jerked back hard enough to almost move your foot off the lost artifact, but you caught yourself just in time. You’d heard about the blue oblivions he kept behind that dark fabric; more importantly, you knew what they were capable of. The Gojos possess the art of the Six Eyes, an ocular jujutsu unlike any other. If this was going to be your last stand it would most certainly be painful.

It’s like staring into a void. Both full of colour yet full of nothing; they hid in plain sight under the moonlight. They were the same hue as the sky on a calm sunny day but never once had you looked up at the sky and felt nothing. He may be wearing a smile but you couldn’t see a hint of it in those eyes.

You were stunned in place staring into his blue orbs, back against the wall, foot still on Sukuna’s finger. “You know,” he says, piercing his gaze into yours, “without my blindfold I can see the flow of cursed energy much more clearly.”

You stutter out an “A-and?”

“And I can see where yours is concentrated. I knew you were a sweet thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eyes still fixed on yours, he plants his palm next to your head against the wall. You can’t peel your eyes off of him so you don’t see his hand trail up your hip, but you do welp when you feel a cold finger trace around your lower stomach. Never in your hundreds of years of haunting this world have you ever felt so small and insignificant. You want to be furious at how much he’s ridiculed you, disrespected you, belittled you, but you can’t bring yourself to place the anger.

All you feel is fear, with a hint of lust.

Okay, a lot of lust.

“I’m talking about right here.” He rubs gentle but forbidding circles on your abdomen as he speaks to you. His hands are cold but the heat in your core brings warmth to your lower body; his fingers tingle as he touches you.

“Get off me” you hiss. Finally the anger is beginning to seethe out as you find the will to extend your other horn. This time, you actually hit him - or well you think you did. He doesn’t flinch when the bone makes contact, but when you squint you can see there is actually about a centimetre clearance between his body and your weapon.

“It’s called ‘Limitless’,” he tells you, unsurprised by your attack. “It’s like a barrier. In other words, you can’t touch me…”

He moves his hand dangerously close to your aching cunt.

“... but I can touch you.”

You growl again at his advance and try another attack but he doesn’t humour you by letting you complete it this time. Your hands are caught before you can move them more than three inches and are pinned to the wall.

“You won’t be needing those, don’t worry.”

“You son of a -” your words are cut off by Gojo's blindfold being stuffed into your mouth. Drool forms around the thick fabric as you struggle to move it. He deftly ties it around your head.

“Mm that’s better.” He drags his gaze down your body, ignoring the cries coming from your mouth. You watch him through wide eyes as he drinks up the sight of your body squirming against the wall trying pathetically to free yourself from him. The hand on your abdomen moves smoothly up and down your torso, eventually stopping at your breasts. You shiver every time he moves his hand; partly from the coldness of his fingers, partly from the pleasure.

He ghosts a hand over your tits, moving the fabric covering them to expose you. “Truly,” he breathes, “I’ve never seen anything quite like you. Such a shame I have to kill you.”

Your eyes furrow in anger, your face tense from fighting against the gag. Drool drips down your jaw, slowly covering your chest in spit. Your tits glisten from the wetness, sparkling almost as much as his eyes.

It's strange, your predicament. For a supernatural being with extraordinary power, you crumbled so quickly. Because you experience human emotion - or as close to human emotion as you can get for a curse - things like lust and infatuation and arousal weren't necessarily foreign to you. That much you could understand: Gojo was attractive and confident, qualities both mortals and otherworldly creatures could appreciate. But there was something else about this situation that sparked your arousal that you could put a finger to if you willed yourself hard enough, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that although this man was supposed to be your enemy, and although he could kill you with a cross of his fingers if you like, part of you wanted to be subject to such cruelty, no matter how sick it may be.

Maybe you provoked him so much because you wanted him to kill you.

“I have to restrain myself though," he says, "since I’m working. If I go any further I don’t think I could stop.” He leaves your nipples to harden from the cool air. They pulse lightly from neglect - although you hate him, you’d wish he’d do you the courtesy of touching you properly.

That thought is stopped when his long fingers trail back down to your abdomen, this time meeting the apex of your thighs.

“Although,” he continues, “I think I can afford a little fun.”

He teases you, rubbing you with two fingers over your core. You try to scream to make him stop but your pussy tells a different story. He can feel the wetness already. He somehow has forced your body into submission against your will; that kind of power is more terrifying than any curse is capable of.

He laughs mockingly. “You’re weak, aren’t you?”

You struggle in his grasp. You don’t even care about killing him right now, you are just desperate to get him off you before he -

“Ah, so wet for me. Little whore.” He’s knuckle deep in your sobbing pussy before you can register what he’s doing. Gojo slowly moves his way steadily towards the back of your wall, immediately finding your spongy nerves. He pets it thoughtfully, feeling around the sensitive area, relishing in the shaking of your legs.

The little fight you have left is spent trying to formulate coherent words through the cloth, but it’s to no avail. You can’t even free yourself from his strong grasp to extend another horn. Your immortal, all powerful body is whittling away to nothing. It’s utterly humiliating.

He pumps at that agonizingly slow pace for what feels like hours. It’s weird because as lewd as the imagery of you pinned to a wall dripping on another man’s fingers may be, there was something awfully clinical about it. His eyes were patronizing, not in an alluring kind of way, but in a threatening “I dare you” kind of way. On top of that, his hands were feeling around your gummy walls almost mechanically as if he were searching for something. Where he lacked passion he made up for in skill and precision, leaving you on the edge just with his two fingers.

You almost didn’t notice it but you felt a sudden stretch of your walls, like he was scissoring inside you. But then you looked around the room and saw stars - not just from him fingering you into oblivion, but actual oblivion.

He wasn’t scissoring you, he was crossing his fingers.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. You knew your predicament. He had activated his domain expansion so there was no way you could dodge his attacks. Not that there is much you can do while gagged and pinned to a wall but still.

He keeps his fingers deep inside you, untangling them and curving them back to the way they were so he could go back to hitting your G-spot.

You were terrified from the suspense of not knowing when he was going to attack under his barrier, and you began to realize that may have been his intention. Perhaps he had just activated it to scare you, to remind you that you are so incredibly weak that although he could kill you at any moment, he chose to finger you in the middle of a church to get you to succumb to him.

And it worked. You were on the edge of an orgasm, desperately trying to suppress the tension when you had squirmed and accidentally lifted your foot off Sukuna’s finger. When you realized what you had done your eyes went wide as Gojo swooped down to pick it up. He winked as he removed his hands from your wrists, allowing blood to flow to your hands again. He lazily removed his fingers from you and the darkness of the room vanished, undoing his expansion. He walked away with his hands in his pocket, whistling as if he was taking a stroll through the park.

“W-wait!” Frustration rushed over you as you breathlessly called after him, half-hoping he would turn around to finish what he started. You untied your gag, trying to hurry after him.

“Oh that? You can keep it, I have my glasses,” and with that he opened the door of the church to leave. He placed a hand on the handle and before leaving said: “I’ll still have to kill you, you know, I’ll be back. I wouldn’t move if I were you, though I doubt you could walk far anyways in your state.” He closes the door just as you throw one of your horns at him, impaling the wood with a hard crack. You were left in your abandoned sanctuary breathless and terrified, weeping in the desperate, helpless body you were chained to.

Me right now thinking about the hard 24/7 💙💚🍎

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If I meet them on VR I'll cry and scream 😩💜

Been working on this animation for a while and it's taking a lot outta me 😭

Taking a break now but was wondering if I could get a Nun!Reader x Venti/Barbatos where the reader grew up being a nun so she never been in a relationship or had any physical contact so of course she's very deprived and well horny-

So while sinfully touching herself(let's say the church has specific rooms for the nuns who live there) and calling out his name in sin Barbatos appears to grant her her wish, her prayer of feeling him fill her up-

I'm too down bad for this man😭

If you can could you incorporate these kinks?

God complex, Corruption kink and breeding kink? 🥺

-With love, Ventis Windblume🌸🍎💚

Venti x Nun!fem!reader. Smut. Yandere!Venti Corruption kink. Breeding kink. God complex.

a/n: When I saw this, I thought: Oh this perfect cause now I can write Yandere!Venti like I said I would. I hope you enjoy. First time writing smut with Venti😭 I hope I don't disappoint. Don't work too hard, okay!!

You were lost in your own little world, gripping the sheets in your room, rubbing your clit and fingering yourself desperately. You were a Nun. And it was generally frowned upon for a Nun to engage in sexual intercourse.

You were a bride of the Anemo Archon. Your body needed to stay pure for him.

It didn't make sense to you though, hearing that you had to stay pure in the name of Barbatos. Why shouldn't you offer your body to him?

So this was your way of doing it. You wanted to always keep in mind what Barbara had told you, though.

So you stuck to pleasuring yourself in one of the rooms at the back of the Church.

"Hehe~ You sound so pretty moaning my name like that. Please, keep doing it while I watch~" Venti giggled, seeming to materialize out of thin air. It didn't take long for you to connect that Venti and the Anemo Archon were the same person. You were a very astute young lady. He grinned at you, "Tell me when you are close to cumming. I'm going to enjoy this~."

Your heart leapt, soaring high into the clouds like Dvalin was carrying it on his wings.

Your cheeks were flushed with pride, bucking your hips up against your fingers, moaning his name with more urgency. You could finally serve your God like this!

Venti grinned the whole time, watching your every move. It was turning him on, seeing you acting so sinful in front of him. And you so desperately wanted to stay pure to your faith.

The very moment he'd heard you say to Barbara that you would always uphold your vow to stay pure for him, the only thing he could think of was getting his hands on you, corrupting you late into the night while you screamed and writhed beneath him.

He stalked you for months after that, always hanging around when you did your chores out in the courtyard, picking up the slack for Barbara so she could sing for her fans. You were so sweet for doing that.

Practically all ever he ever looked at or thought about was how perfect your childbearing hips were. You would look breathtaking pregnant. Your children would be the rarest of them all, being born with a Vision at birth.

Oh he was so excited!

Venti practically salivated as he watched you. You were showing such loyalty to him right now. It was really turning him on.

"My Lord, I'm close. Hurry please, I don't think I can last much longer," you pleaded, tears of desperation fell from your eyes. You looked more divine than ever right now.

"Don't worry, my love~," Venti said gleefully. You hadn't even noticed he was naked already. He had jacking himself off while he watched you. "I'll fill you full of my children. It's what you want the most~."

He didn't apologize for thrusting his cock inside of you without warning. You cried out in pleasure, making him shiver while he started thrusting. Your pussy seemed to suck his cock inside of you. "You have made such a filthy mess of yourself. You look so delicious that I can barely hold myself back~."

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his cock to the hilt inside of you.

"The other Nuns might be disappointed when you become pregnant. They shouldn't be. Don't worry, my beautiful, loyal Nun. You'll always be pure in my eyes. You are serving your God so well. I'll make sure you are pregnant while I corrupt you slowly. It's all I ever think about.~"

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